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"Darktown Strutters Ball" Preview - Lucien Barbarin & Shannon Powell excerpt from TRADITION IS A TEMPLE: The Modern Masters of New Orleans, vol. I a motion picture of New Orleans music TRADITION IS A TEMPLE explores New Orleans unique musical culture and the fragility of tradition in the modern world. The movie weaves together intimate personal discussions shot over a four year span with once-in-a-lifetime studio performances by New Orleans greats, such as Shannon Powell, Lucien Barbarin, Jason Marsalis, Topsy Chapman, Steve Masakowski, Ed Petersen, Roland Guerin, The Tremé Brass Band and many more. This portrait of New Orleans music culture highlights the musicians upbringing, how tradition shaped their identity and continues to inspire young people today. The film reminds us that the music of New Orleans is the root of popular American music. Without this music, we have no Hip-Hop, no Rhythm & Blues, no Funk and no Rock n Roll. Get ready to clap your hands. Starring: Shannon Powell Jason Marsalis Lucien Barbarin Topsy Chapman & Solid Harmony Roland Guerin Steve Masakowski Ed Petersen Chuck Perkins The Baby Boyz Brass Band and The Tremé Brass Band featuring Eric Calhoun Produced by Darren Hoffman, Patrick Stafford & Kristen McEntyre Written by Darren Hoffman & Chuck Perkins Crew: Director / Editor -- Darren Hoffman Cinematography -- James Laxton Audio Recording -- Steve Reynolds Motion Graphics -- Ryland Jones Associate Producer -- Demetrius Wren Additional Editing ...
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Funeral of Paul Barbarin: 5. May 1901 - 17. Febr. 1969
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Jazz Drummer Drumming
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Jazz at its best.
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Primer vídeo cutre (escasísimos medios) de mi moto. First tacky homemade low budget video of my bike.hyosung aquila gv 250
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version completa del video vimeo.com En llamas, en otoños incendiados, arde a veces mi corazón, puro y solo. El viento lo despierta, toca su centro y lo suspende en luz que sonríe para nadie: ¡cuánta belleza suelta! Busco unas manos, una presencia, un cuerpo, lo que rompe los muros y hace nacer las formas embriagadas, un roce, un son, un giro, un ala apenas; busco dentro mí, huesos, violines intocados, vértebras delicadas y sombrías, labios que sueñan labios, manos que sueñan pájaros... Y algo que no se sabe y dice «nunca» cae del cielo, de ti, mi Dios y mi adversario. Poemas de Octavio Paz
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